“Okay.” I finally found my voice. “We’re going home.”Max turned to me like I’d just announced we were moving to a planet with no toys. “What? No.”Issa was even worse. She crossed her little arms over her chest, one foot stepping forward slightly in that signature boss stance of hers. “We just got here.”“And now you’re about to have just gotten home,” I shot back.“Mommy,” Max said, frowning, deeply offended, “I’m not done working yet.”“They usually like playing at the office, Boss. At our office too, right?” From behind one of the cubicles, one of my analysts, Mia, lifted her head from her laptop.Yes, at our office. My office. The space I built myself. Safe ground. A place that did not include Zachary De Sanctis standing five steps behind my children.“This is someone else’s office,” I said quietly, still looking at the twins. “Not a house. Not a daycare. And definitely not a playground.”“No need.”That voice came from behind me, too low.I went rigid from the back of my neck to
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